Above the Royal Capital.
Under the bright heavens, beneath the blue sky and blazing sun.
At this moment, everyone was drawn to that incomparably clear blue sky.
Screech—
A streak of white light tore through the air, crossing ten thousand miles in an instant.
With only a flicker, that streak of white light vanished, impossible to capture.
The next moment.
The colorless world regained its hues, and the frozen world began to flow once more.
At this moment.
The white-robed Sword Immortal's pupils narrowed slightly as he looked ahead. For the first time, a grave expression appeared in his eyes.
Because he saw a streak of white light spinning rapidly in Jiang Ning's palm.
It was Sword Intent condensed to the utmost limit.
At this moment, that Sword Intent was like a solid entity, rotating within Jiang Ning's open palm.
Its momentum had not dissipated and still pressed forward, yet it could never break through Jiang Ning's palm.
The next moment.
Jiang Ning clenched his five fingers, and the Sword Intent, condensed into something nearly tangible, seeped from between his fingers before vanishing.
That Sword Light had been completely crushed in his hand.
Feeling the faint sting in his palm, Jiang Ning secretly nodded, satisfied.
Just moments ago, Su Qingying's body had been pierced through in a single exchange, wounded by the white-robed Sword Immortal's Seeing the Blue Sky.
Yet when he faced the same move, he caught it barehanded and felt only a slight sting.
From this alone, he knew that his current physique was no longer what it had once been.
"To receive my Sword Intent with your flesh alone, you have every right to be proud! No wonder you once received such regard from that one." The white-robed Sword Immortal spoke.
As he spoke, he extended his